No title Mayhem

No title Mayhem

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I could've never guessed, what this summer had in store for me. It had started out like any other summer, schools out whatever. Also making the same empty promises with old school friends, finale exams, and end of the year report cards. Same old, same old; but then my first week of freedom began in fire and eventually stayed that way. When Amorie's life took a turn for the worst, things suddenly got better then she'd ever thought it could've. She soon gets an array of new friends, gets closer with older ones. also slowly Amorie forms a steamy new love life. so stick around, and watch as Amorie gets a New Beginning. also if you like it, please give me some votes; and I'll enter a bonus at the end of each ten parts. I'll give you a look into my descriptions of each character, and their small backstory.
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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